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Mine is one of two hearts bound together in the mystery of love. This is as majestic as I can only imagine what it must be like to see the sun peer over the summit of Mount Everest and spill glorious sunshine upon the Himalayan mountain range below. The light of love suddenly and brightly turns everything spectacular.
Being in love with someone is a calling and a choice. The calling is the exciting beckoning laced with promises, thrills, exhilaration and wonder. The choice is the acceptance that no two people can maintain promises, thrills, exhilaration and wonder every moment of every day. Sometimes, there are consecutive days when the choice to remain in love and committed must prevail over less-than-perfect moments that spring up without notice. But if the lovers are true to themselves and to each other, they quickly realize that nothing is more important than the relationship itself.
My inadequacy at achieving anything remotely similar to perfection has caused many a stumble in my life. Stumbles that are mistakes related to communication and expression are famous among the faults of men – especially this one. Lately, though, there has been hope – being able to say and seriously reflect upon the words “I’m sorry” has produced growth and depth in me that has been in part responsible for exorcising selfishness within me. Selfishness is a typical bi-product of being single most of one's life.
The love most recently given me was changing my old self and making me new. It caused me to turn inward. It enables me to reflect on the feelings of another and put her first. We bachelors are renowned for putting ourselves first. At first glance it may seem natural – after all, we can make every decision in our lives without input. But it is not natural. Being selfish is self-seeking and ego driven. Love is from God and one of the most natural things we do. Love is pure non-ego. For the last ten months I’ve experienced how love naturally made me a better man.
I have someone to thank for this. She is out there – somewhere. I would like to hope that love is working its holy and marvelous wonders for me in her heart now. I am grateful beyond measure for the gift given me by her. I cannot speak for other men nor do I know what they contemplate when reflecting upon love. But my primary experiences of this particular love has evolved within me. The old me is nearly gone. The new is almost here.
My heart is full and my life more enriched because of this love. My arms are open and I say with earnest devotion and prayerful persistence – love come to me and my baby so that we can guide each other to a quiet heart once again.
And I say something this love of mine will recognize – loudly I say it as if from the summit of Mount Everest so all the ends of Earth hear, “Get to me!”
"Get to Me" Listen closely.
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